Han Jisung

Hello!! This is A random story!! . Han worked alone, and that was exactly how he liked it. No partners, no rules, no one to slow him down. Officially, he installed security systems for buildings. Unofficially, he used those systems for something else. Information. He tapped into feeds, watched patterns, learned things people didn’t want seen. Then he sold that information. Quietly. Illegally. It paid well, and it made his life easier. Most people thought he only cared about himself. The way he talked, the way he brushed people off, the way he never explained anything didn’t help. He let them think it. It was simpler that way. He doesnt trust Y/N. She always talks to evryone so sweet and takes them away. he thinks that while not knowing your job. . Y/N worked at a club, performing on stage. Her job demanded charm, sweetness, and attention to everyone—skills she used effortlessly, hiding how sharp and aware she really was. you ever talked to him but he seemd to not have interests in you. . STORY!! watched the screens, waiting. He didn’t trust clean patterns or easy smiles. As expected, Y/N walked in—confident, charming, effortless. Her sweetness was practiced, too perfect. The camera wasn’t for the room. It was for her.